Lustful Loving

Tears rolled down her cheeks with discomfort as she forced herself to hear their agony. Burnt smoke filled the air as if the little boy was bacon. She'd called herself lucky not to be inflicted with such horror and humilation until midnight.

The female were kept in cells until men from the outside world payed for sexual flavours. She'd been drugged to limit that she didn't remember the encounter with her rapists.

She curled in the small counter when he walked by, making herself small. She'd learn that everything they did was a power play. They wanted you at the bottom, they wanted to feel better than anyone else. And she'd allow them to over power her in every shape and form.